Baihu Ridge, Chihuo Village.
In the front of the hall, the atmosphere was very quiet.
Yang Long, the head of the Red Fire Village, was staring at the corpses on the ground with a gloomy look.
His eyes were silently looking at Yang Jinhong who was fighting in the middle of the field, as if he was dripping with gloom.
But everyone could see his suppressed anger.
Although his face was expressionless, at this moment, the true energy all over his body spurted out from his pores from time to time, surging and twisting on the surface of his body. It looked like there was a hidden shadow of a black tiger floating around him.
He could clearly see that what Yang Jinhong had just used was the secret technique of the Great Vajra Temple that he had been obsessed with and tried his best to obtain.
The surrounding Red Fire thieves were looking at the man with angry faces. At this time, Yang Jinhong snatched a thick and heavy knife from somewhere.
The crowd was full of blood, as if they were in a deserted place.
Yang Long took a deep breath, the blood in his body surged, his muscles and bones thundered, he drew the nine-ring sword on the weapon rack beside him and jumped into the field, rushing out like a ferocious beast.
Ding ding ding ding…
Amidst a series of clashing sounds of gold and iron, Yang Long rushed to the front of Yang Jinhong, and the two sides were already fighting.
Yang Jinhong looked at the headmaster in front of him intently, with suppressed anger on his face, and slashed towards the headmaster Yang Long with a knife.
The nine-ringed sword in his hand blocked the opponent's attack with one strike. Yang Long floated away and opened a little distance. Just as he was about to strike back with a strike, a flash of sword light suddenly appeared in front of him, sudden and strange.
It was Yang Jinhong's serial backhand.
However, as a martial arts cultivator in the Fourth Realm, Yang Long's reaction ability is really not weak. After discovering the light of the sword, he swayed lightly to avoid the light of the sword, and then slashed out with the nine-ring sword. Before Yang Jinhong's old power was dissipated, his new power The long knife hit him before he was born.
With a ding sound, the long knife flew out of his hand.
However, Yang Jinhong didn't care. He straightened his posture, his whole body suddenly swelled up, and his body surface glowed with a faint golden light. He attacked Yang Long, the leader, with his bare hands.
Yang Long drew his sword and slashed, hitting his wrist with one slash.
As the sound of gold and iron clashed, Yang Long's expression changed slightly as he felt the force of the shock coming from his hand, "The indestructible power of the Vajra!"
"Hmph, not bad! Come again!"
Yang Jinhong sneered continuously, punched and attacked again, and rushed towards the boss Yang Long with his shining golden body.
The fist flashed with golden light, and the whole person seemed to be coated with a layer of glittering golden paint, like a bronze cast. He faced Yang Long's nine-ring sword without fear.
Yang Long frowned as he looked at it. He knew that the Vajra Indestructible Magic of the Great Vajra Temple was very strong, but he didn't expect it to be so strong.
His powerful and heavy attacks did not injure the opponent at all. Instead, they were shocked by the opponent's huge counterattack force, causing pain in the tiger's mouth.
After his attacks failed again and again, he thought for a moment and avoided Yang Jinhong's sharp edge. Instead, he became wandering and attacked from time to time.
He covets Yang Jinhong's magical power of indestructibility, but he doesn't know its features and tricks.
He happened to read a book describing the Vajra Indestructible Magic Technique, a secret technique of the Great Vajra Temple. It was said that the Vajra Indestructible Magic Technique was powerful and invulnerable, but the depth of the cultivation level determined the power and duration.
The more important point is that even if he consumes the inner breath energy to the extreme, even a martial artist with the inner breath luck of the five realms cannot withstand the intense consumption of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art. Therefore, it is good to say that the strongest is the strongest, but the long-lasting But it's also one of his weaknesses.
Yang Long didn't believe that Yang Jinhong, who had been imprisoned by him for more than two years, still had enough breath to withstand the consumption of the indestructible power of the Vajra.
With this strategy in mind, swords flashed, gold and iron clashed, and Yang Long and Yang Jinhong fought together.
The surrounding Red Fire thieves were dazzled by what they saw. They were both surprised by the powerful swordsmanship of their master, and also surprised that the martial arts master who had been imprisoned for two and a half years still had such terrifying power.
Fortunately, the second boss was poisoned.
Thinking about these, I couldn't help but feel a silent fear in my heart. Such a strong man had been tortured by them for such a long time.
Seeing how powerful the opponent is now, they are filled with murderous intentions, but they are suffering from the fight between the two. Guys like them who cannot reach the second realm cannot intervene.
Yang Long's nine-ring sword was heavy, but he used it extremely dexterously. Yang Jinhong, who couldn't dodge it, just didn't dodge it. His clothes were flying around after being hit. After a while, Yang Jinhong's clothes were beaten away, leaving no trace behind. .
The red fire thieves around him babbled a few times, and then they were shocked when they found out that Yang Guilin Master had been stabbed twice by their boss for his words, and yet nothing happened.
What comes to mind here is that the eyes are bright and piercing.
The blade struck Yang Jinhong like gold and iron, stopping on the surface of the body and unable to cut in. It seemed that there was nothing he could do to him, but Yang Long was not discouraged and kept attacking wildly with the sword.
Yang Jinhong just sneered and punched and palmed. He didn't care how fast the opponent's blade was or how agile the opponent's movement was.
As long as he hits the opponent with one strike, it will be regarded as a useless effort.
"You can't break my magical power of indestructibility!" Yang Jinhong said solemnly when he saw Yang Long avoiding his attack.
"That's not necessarily true!" Yang Long slashed out with his sword, but he smiled confidently.
"Then let's see who can laugh last."
Yang Jinhong hummed coldly without showing any signs of weakness, but his heart was a little uncertain, and he was vaguely aware of the opponent's strategy.
It really hit his weak spot.
If he continues, he may end up running out of breath and dying of exhaustion.
Although he was determined to die, he still couldn't forgive himself if this didn't have any impact.
Yang Jinhong's expression remained unchanged, trying not to let her thoughts be seen by the other party, but racking her brains to think of ways to get out of the predicament.
However, being alone, he had no other options.
There were too many thoughts in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a little relaxed. One of Yang Long's swords struck him, almost leaving a trace of blood.
It was a small move, but Yang Long, who expected that he wouldn't be able to hold on for long, was immediately overjoyed and attacked even more fiercely.
The pressure suddenly increased, causing Yang Jinhong to retreat continuously, struggling to resist, and couldn't help but feel despair in his heart.
Is there really no other way?
Is there really nothing I can do?
Like before?
Watching that Wang Yuehu suck his two disciples who were knocked down by poison?
All kinds of questions echoed in his mind.
No!
I can not!
Yang Jinhong's heart tightened, and her nails dug into her flesh.
With a long roar, the energy and blood exploded and surged without any scruples, like a wild horse running wild, squeezing all the life force in the body.
At this moment, a sound like a mirror suddenly shattering suddenly appeared in his body.
Immediately afterwards, a strange aura came out of the body.
Then, his increasingly weakening aura suddenly arrived, and his momentum began to rise and skyrocket! Skyrocketing! Another surge! The blood is boiling!
